1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 421 Rules of the Jianghu
Later, Chen Shilong conceived a play called "Fire Extinguishing Heroes".
I told this story to Johnnie To foolishly, and he went back and started filming "The Last Thing".

Today, Sing Zai even did this kind of creative thing before Lao Du.

"God of Gamblers 2: Huangpu Beach Gambler",
Zhai Yuan came up with the outline, Liu Zhenwei perfected the script, and then dictated it to Zhou Xingchi in advance.

As soon as Zhou Xingchi took over, Liu Zhenwei was like being roasted on the fire.

That night, Liu Zhenwei called Zhou Xingchi.

"Hey, Xingzai, don't mess with me. Just switch to another movie. The script of God of Gamblers 2 is from Mr. Zhai..."

"No, Brother Zhenwei, I also helped to complete this story, and I also have a share of credit."

Fu Ming Night Club,

When Zhou Xingchi received Liu Zhenwei's call, he said as a matter of course: "Mr. Cai is willing to spend 50 to buy this script. At most, I will give you a few tens of thousands of dollars afterwards."

"200 million in salary, 50 in script, 250 million in idiot numbers, you are such an idiot!"

On the other end of the phone, Liu Zhenwei cursed with gritted teeth, half threateningly: "Have you thought it through? You still have ten film contracts in the company, and the penalty for breach of contract is over 10 million. Can you afford it?"

Zhou Xingchi glanced at Cai Ziming who was sitting not far away and said, "Mr. Cai appreciates me very much. He said he would help me settle the penalty. I won't tell you too much for now. I'll contact you later if there's anything."

Without waiting for Liu Zhenwei to continue speaking, Zhou Xingchi disconnected.

Cai Ziming, who was standing by, came over with a smile and put his arm around Zhou Xingchi's shoulders affectionately: "How's it going, Xingzi? Is someone causing trouble for you?"

"No, Mr. Cai." Zhou Xingchi smiled: "A friend from my previous company called."

Cai Ziming said with a smile: "If they are talented filmmakers, invite them to come to my Fuyi. I like making friends the most and I will never be as stingy as Jiuyi Entertainment... A big star of your level is only paid 10 yuan for filming a movie. It's obviously bullying an honest person."

Zhou Xingchi nodded repeatedly after hearing this: "Mr. Cai, you are such a good person. I will call the director of "God of Gamblers" later to see if he is willing to switch to the production. After all, it will be easier to shoot if we have worked together before."

"Okay~" Cai Ziming said generously, "Tell them that as long as they are willing to transfer to Fuyi, I will pay double the amount of money that Jiuyi Entertainment pays!"

The whole nightclub drama,

Under Cai Ziming's instruction, Zhou Xingchi was treated like a star among the crowd and listened to countless flattery from the dancers.

Drinking and having fun, feeling ecstatic.

When he was bleary-eyed from drinking, Cai Ziming winked at his girlfriend beside him.

Chen Kaixin quickly took out two contracts from his bag and handed them to him.

"Hey Xingzai, everyone is almost done with their fun tonight, so sign the contract first, and I'll pick two pretty girls to accompany you upstairs to relax."

"Let me see first... the contract is really worth 200 million... Mr. Cai, you are such a good person..."

Zhou Xingchi rubbed his drunken eyes, made out the numbers on the contract, and laughed foolishly again.

He took the pen handed to him by Cai Ziming and wrote his name without hesitation.

Cai Ziming smiled and placed the second contract on the table: "You need to sign this one too."

Zhou Xingchi stared at the double-image text on the contract, puzzled, "No, why did it become 10 yuan again?"

"The 10 yuan is a deposit. Well, spend it first!"

While chatting and laughing, Cai Ziming took two stacks of Hong Kong dollars from Chen Kaixin and threw them directly in front of Zhou Xingchi.

Then he urged: "Don't worry, sign it. The company will spare no effort to support you. After the filming of "God of Gamblers 2" is finished, your salary may be higher than Chen Shilong's!"

Zhou Xingchi smiled drunkenly and said, "Mr. Cai is so straightforward. OK, I'll sign it!"

How can a fledgling little fox defeat a veteran like Cai Ziming?

In a short while, Zhou Xingchi signed and fingerprinted both contracts.

Then he was helped out of the box by two pretty girls with coquettish voices.

"The Gambling Saint? Pick!"

When they were the only ones left in the nightclub, Cai Ziming looked at the two contracts in his hand and sneered disdainfully.

"Two contracts for two accounts." Chen Kaixin snuggled into Cai Ziming's arms and asked, "But he still has a lawsuit for breach of contract at Jiuyi Entertainment. What should we do?"

"It's none of my business. Let him fight the lawsuit slowly in the future."

Cai Ziming leaned on the sofa and pressed Chen Kaixin's head down. The latter gave him a wink and sensibly unzipped the man's trousers.

My brother's phone suddenly rang.

Cai Ziming narrowed his eyes and answered the phone, hissing: "What's the matter, Brother Yong?"

The boss of the Number Gang, Hu Xuyong, laughed on the other end of the phone: "The people from Xinji are shaving you outside. They want you to hand over the gambling saint as soon as possible."

"How can I pay it?" Cai Ziming pressed Chen Kaixing's head hard and groaned, "I announced that this is a 1500 million production, with Zhou Xingchi and Chow Yun-fat as the two male protagonists. This movie will at least launder 1000 million. If Xin Ji is willing to pay this money, then I will hand him over~"

Hu Xuyongzi smiled on the phone and said: "If I had known you would say that, I would have followed the rules of the underworld. I support you!"

"Okay, thank you, Brother Yong." Cai Ziming closed his eyes and said, "I plan to open two tea restaurants in Tsim Sha Tsui next month, so I'll reserve one for you in advance..."

……

"Hey Sister Ling, do you know what the rules of the underworld are?"

Kowloon Tong Garden Villa.

Today was the day for Xinji to go and settle accounts with Cai Ziming. There was no point in getting involved in this, so Zhai Yuan simply ran away to get some peace and quiet.

Lying on Deng Leling's plump thighs, Sister Ling skillfully massaged his shoulders and neck.

Zhai Yuan said in a muffled voice, "I asked those guys to go out and kill people and friends, but they all told me to follow the rules and said that if we can reach an agreement, there will be no need to fight. What if we really reach an agreement?"

"It's just the same Young and Dangerous way of doing things. You have your own name, I have your own name, you represent someone, I represent someone, all the dragon heads, the bosses, the red sticks, the paper fans, the straw sandals... When they get together, they sound more impressive than the Governor of Hong Kong. But when the police arrive, they all turn over their ID cards like turtles."

Deng Leling curled her lips. After all, she was the inspector's wife in the past, so naturally she looked down on those gang members who were doing tricks.

Zhai Yuan bit her thigh lightly and said teasingly, "You are familiar with this place. Why don't you open a restaurant? I will support you to be the first female restaurant owner in Hong Kong."

Deng Leling said unhappily, "Then may I ask, Mr. Zhai, does this name only accept female students?"

Zhai Yuan narrowed his eyes and rubbed his chin against Sister Ling's legs: "For a pure-hearted person like me, of course, only you, Sister Ling, are enough. When the time comes, you will be the boss and I will be the main person!"

"Big water pipe?"

Deng Leling's cheeks flushed. She stood up and flipped Zhai Yuan over. Then she rushed over and pressed him down on the sofa. She pretended to be fierce and asked, "Tell me yourself, how long has it been since you opened the floodgates to release water, huh?"

……

"Boss, it's past the sun time."

Kwun Tong District, Tai Wah Ice House,

The entire ice cream parlor was cleared out in advance in the hall upstairs where Xin Ji and the Number Gang had agreed to discuss numbers.

The clock on the wall said it was past noon.

A few new guys were waiting in the corner bored, but no one from the Number Gang had arrived yet.

"Number is a bunch of losers. I think most of them don't dare to come to the appointment."

A round table was set up in the hall.
Huang Tiansong, the Tuen Mun tough guy sent by Xin Ji this time, sat at one side of the round table with a toothpick in his mouth, tilted his neck, and spoke sarcastically.

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at another man holding a folding fan beside him: "Hey, Master, what do you think?"

"Hu Xuyong doesn't seem like a timid person. Wait for them for another fifteen minutes..."

The words have not yet fallen.

An arrogant voice sounded from the stairs.

"You are such an old-fashioned person, is this ring in Kwun Tong yours? You are so young, but you are learning to count. Go back to the countryside in Tuen Mun!"

With the sound of footsteps,
Pan Zhiyong led a group of people up the stairs and came straight to the round table. He looked at the white paper fan in Xinji and smiled, "Or is it that Master Wei understands me and doesn't dare to keep the appointment? Pick! Haven't you heard that the protagonist always appears at the end?"

"Your mother, the protagonist!" Huang Tiansong, who was walking with his head tilted, spat out a toothpick. He was not afraid of Pan Zhiyong, the senior in the martial arts world, and tilted his neck to curse: "You are old enough, and your eyes are blurry because of your age? We agreed to meet at twelve o'clock, but it's already past the hour, don't you know?"

"Come on, stop talking nonsense."

Pan Zhiyong pulled out a chair and sat across from the round table. He pointed to the window seat behind him. Cai Ziming, who was protected by the number gang's younger brothers, smiled and said, "That's Mr. Cai. He's my good brother. The number gang really wants to support him this time!"

"Fuck you, you dare to represent the number gang just because you have the character Yi? You are so bold to touch my boss's business, can you afford it?"

"I've already told you to stop talking nonsense. Now are you going to talk about the numbers? Pick that star! Why are you trying to come up with an idea and telling it to me? Don't waste my time!"

"Are you blind?"

Huang Tiansong pointed to Master Wei who was holding a folding fan beside him and said, "Can't you see my fan sitting here?"

The three basic tools of a gang are a red stick, straw sandals and a white paper fan.

Usually, the red stick is used for fighting, the straw sandals are used for communication, and the white paper fan acts as a military advisor.

In special cases, there may be different divisions of labor between the different bottoms, but they are generally within this scope.

At this moment, Master Wei held a paper fan in front of his chest, and it was clear that he was the one who would make the decision.

"Okay! Let's follow the rules of the underworld!"

Pan Zhiyong snapped his fingers, leaned back, showed a fellow student beside him, and said with a smile: "A Bing, you make the decision~"

Huang Tiansong and Shiye Wei both recognized that the man opposite was the white paper fan military strategist with the nickname of She Wang Bing, from the Number Gang Yi Zidui.

Snake King Bingchong smiled and took out a paper fan from his arms: "Got it, Brother Yong~"

Seeing this, Master Wei nodded, folded his folding fan, and took the initiative to speak: "Everyone, don't waste your breath. Hey, about Zhou Xingchi's incident, my boss's artist was taken away by Mr. Cai. How do you calculate the amount of money?"

Snake King Bing shook his fan and said with a smile: "That's not what I meant. Your boss can't keep talented people. Doesn't he allow people to transfer? Besides, Zhou Xingchi knew Mr. Cai a few years ago. I'm telling you that you don't know the principle of first come, first served!"

"Pu Street, you tell me!" Huang Tiansong raised his eyebrows when he heard this, pointed at Cai Ziming behind him and cursed: "Anyway, this Panshu shovel must be carried on its back!"

When they heard Cai Ziming being scolded, several young men who came with the number gang behind the round table stood up and stared at Huang Tiansong with unfriendly eyes.

The yellow-haired leader said coldly, "Hey, friend, please be polite when you speak."

They were all young men who followed Cai Ziming back from the Netherlands. They only recognized this big boss and completely ignored the seniority and rules of the Hong Kong underworld.

"What?" Huang Tiansong glanced at the Dutch guys who stood up and sneered, "You guys haven't even finished speaking yet, when will it be your turn to speak?"

Pan Zhiyong frowned and turned back to signal the Dutch guys to sit down.

Cai Ziming's smile did not diminish. He raised his hand to suppress the crowd, and the Dutch guys around him then sat back in their seats.

The yellow-haired Dutchman cursed in a low voice, then came up to Cai Ziming and said, "Brother Ming, what the hell is this bearded Yongyong doing? It's a waste of saliva. Why don't we just go up and kill Xinji!"

"Just treat it as a movie." Cai Ziming looked at the two groups of people at the round table, sneered and shook his head: "I haven't been back to Hong Kong in the past few years, and they still use the same old-fashioned way!"

At the round table.

Pan Zhiyong turned around and sneered at Huang Tiansong: "They are handsome guys, so I am an adult, right? Let me tell you, how do you want to calculate this?"

Xinji's red stick and white paper fan looked at each other.

Master Wei slammed the table and pointed his fan at Snake Wang Bing: "Brother, have you ever died?"

Snake King Bing was startled for a moment, then smiled: "If you want to know my true feelings, why don't you tell me earlier? I have a lotus with me, so why should I ask for the truth?"

Master Wei frowned and said, "Good and bad people are mixed together in China. Many crazy people recognize the Hong family. Tell me your real surname. In the future, there will be no distinction between you and me!"

The corner against the wall next to the window.

The Dutch boys looked at each other.

"Hey, Brother Ming, are you kidding me? You're a Hong Kong gangster, why are you reciting poems for no reason?"

"Isn't this what they call the rules of the underworld? You have to reveal your identity to each other before you can fight or kill each other... I don't even remember what these poems are about!"

"Do I have to recite poems to make money? Damn it, I'm just a nobody because I'm not good at studying!"

At the round table.

When King Snake Bing saw Master Wei asking about his identity, he patted his folding fan and made a paper fan handprint with one hand: "The Fifth Ancestor gave me the world, and I have the strategies of civil and military affairs in my heart. If you ask where the paper fan came from, Chen Jinnan once wrote a poem about it. The fan is one foot and eight inches long, and another seven inches and two points. It has thirty-six ivory bones, and I have made friends from all corners of the world!"

Seeing this, Pan Zhiyong laughed and said, "How is it? My teacher has handed in his poems. Is it your turn, Master Wei?"

Just as Master Wei was about to speak, Huang Tiansong stopped him.

"What are your qualifications and what is your seniority?"

Huang Tiansong raised his eyebrows and looked at Pan Zhiyong, scolding: "What qualifications do you have to speak nonsense here!"

"You dare to touch my bottom after you gave birth to me after you took my mother's hand?"

Pan Zhiyong was stunned for a moment, then laughed out of anger.

He was the one with the highest seniority and qualifications among those present, but now he was asked by a junior to prove his identity and he was not given the slightest respect.

"Well, let me see if you can handle this stick of mine!"

Pan Zhiyong stood up and made a red stick handprint with one hand: "This small red stick is a piece of firewood. It fell into our Hong family. It is the dragon wood from the West Heaven, found in Huating Babao Rock. This stick is three feet three inches three. I have practiced deeply in Wuyi Mountain. The Five Ancestor gave me the stick to pass on martial arts. I specialize in fighting evil and protecting the altar!"

Huang Tiansong grinned, tilted his neck and picked his ear, and said tauntingly: "You are so good at fighting, why can't I bear it?"

Pan Zhiyong snorted expressionlessly: "Young man, you have let me down today. The Yi character pile will step into Tuen Mun next week and prepare the coffin!"

"Try it. I won't have to bear the coffin, but I'll leave you an urn, old shit!"

"Stop talking nonsense and hand in your poem!"

"Okay, listen carefully! The mountains are far away, the water is far away, this stick was originally a bridge, and when I passed over the Eight Caves Immortal Bridge, a divine light surged up thousands of feet high. The Fifth Ancestor taught me to shock the gods and ghosts, and the golden bridge turned into a stick, which is three feet, three inches and three centimeters long, to protect my Hong family from eternity!"

Huang Tiansong gestured to reveal his identity as a red stick, and then slammed the table hard, shaking the cups and plates.

He glared at Pan Zhiyong fiercely and yelled, "Hey, I've handed in my poem, but you're the one handing over your mother!"

So far,

Both sides revealed their identities as Jianghu people.

Let's talk about fighting or peace and accept our fate.

clap clap-

In the corner against the wall, there was applause.

"It was a great show!"

Cai Ziming stepped out from the crowd, smiled at Huang Tiansong, and said, "I came here today to accompany Brother Yong to reminisce about the rules of Hong Kong. Now that the show is over, I will certainly not hand over the person who has entered my company. Then let's fight. Walk out of this door for 24 hours. Whoever draws a gun will be quick..."

……

'Hong Kong news, at 6pm today, three men were ambushed by six shots while driving along Tsing Wan Road in Tuen Mun. Two men died on the spot, and the other was seriously injured and dying. According to anonymous sources, one of the deceased, surnamed Huang, was suspected to be a gangster, nicknamed Side Tou Song. Due to the lack of witnesses at the crime scene, the police are currently conducting a comprehensive investigation of passers-by...'

The TV in the bedroom started to broadcast a news report.

On the TV screen,
The bodies of the deceased were covered with a layer of white cloth. The door of a Mercedes-Benz at the scene was riddled with bullet holes and shattered glass. The bullet shells on the ground were marked with lines by the police with chalk.

The people from Xinji went to negotiate in the morning, but were hung up in the afternoon?

This is really too useless!
Zhai Yuan frowned. It was unexpected that Cai Ziming would open fire right away. He originally thought that the Xinji Gang and the Number Gang would start a fight, and then other gangs would be dragged in.

But there is no problem with this. The public opinion for directly using guns will be louder.

You have a gun? Who doesn't have a gun?
A well-known figure in the underworld has died in Xinji this time, and the account must be settled. It is estimated that they have already entered the city to get arms and prepare for counterattack.

Whatever~
Anyway, no matter how many gangsters die, I will feel no guilt. Just beat them until the Hong Kong government comes out to clean up this mess. The more chaotic the better.

Zhai Yuan was thinking about the angle from which the September 1st Daily Newspaper should report this news. He had to make both the Hong Kong and Taiwan versions sound like a warning to the public at the same time...

(End of this chapter)